As much as she hated having to break Oliver's heart, she's relieved that it's over. She's actually kind of surprised by how calm she was while it was happening. She had expected to feel so much worse and for it to be more difficult than it was. Likewise, she had expected more of a reaction from Oliver. It's not that she's complaining about how smoothly things went, but she can't help but wonder if this is just the calm before the storm, so to speak, that things might get very nasty and ugly before all is said and done.

A momentary sense of dread washes over her, but she shakes it off. She's come too far to let the fear of the unknown put a damper on the beginning of her life with Clark. She's waited too long, sacrificed too much to let anything get in the way of her...their happiness.

With a renewed sense of determination, she calmly and confidently makes her way outside where she finds Clark waiting patiently for her.

Their eyes meet, and she can see the concern he has for her, wondering if she's okay. A warmth radiates throughout her body as her heart melts at the caring and love she feels from him and for him.

A slow, genuine smile graces her lips in answer to his unspoken query, which causes a mirroring smile to brighten his somber countenance.

Her pace quickens, and within moments she's throwing her arms around him, hugging him for all she's worth. As his arms wrap around her, returning her embrace, she feels the final remnants of her earlier anxiety and unease melt away, leaving her feeling light and energized.

Acting purely on instinct, she turns her face upward, and her lips are immediately met by his. It starts out as a soft, caressing kiss, a way of reaffirming their connection, their love, but as they continue to kiss, an urgency begins to creep in, and she can feel her desire rising.

Reluctantly, she breaks the kiss, which results in him groaning in disapproval and giving her the most adorable pouty expression she's ever seen. She completely forgets why she stopped kissing him and leans in to kiss the pout right off his face.

After several long minutes, at least she thinks it's only been minutes, she again pulls back, much to both their disappointment. Having lost practically all capacity for rational thought, she simply stares into his eyes, conveying her need for more than just kisses from him.

It seems her message is received, because one moment, they're on the sidewalk in front of what used to be her apartment building in Star City, and the next moment, they're standing in front of the farmhouse in Smallville.

As they stand wrapped in a loving embrace, staring into each other's eyes, the most wonderful realization dawns on her.

I'm home.

It seems like such a small and simple thing, but it's absolutely everything.

Pure, unadulterated joy wells up inside her, and she smiles so brightly as to make the sun jealous. She's positively giddy with glee, and her mood is infectious, because he's smiling just as brightly, his eyes shining with love and it's all for her.

Unable to hold back another second, she leans in and kisses him, tenderly, sweetly, sensually, passionately. She pours her heart and soul into kissing him, sharing her joy with him, showing him the depth of her love for him, but it's not enough. She needs more, needs to show him exactly what he means to her, how much she loves and cherishes him, needs to lay her soul bare before him, to join with him physically, emotionally and spiritually. She needs to be one with him.

He seems to know exactly what she wants, what she needs, because the world blurs, and she finds herself straddling his lap as he sits on a bed.

Our bed, in our bedroom, in our home.

Her desire rises with each realization that everything she's wanted since she was 14 and first moved to Smallville is finally hers. It's a heady feeling, knowing her dreams are all coming true, and she thinks she may just die of euphoria, but as his lips taste hers and his hands rove over her body, she becomes desperate for more, wanting to drown in sensation, consumed by passion, lust and love.

Frantically, she begins clawing at his clothes, needing to feel his bare skin against hers. Frustration sets in quickly as she tries and fails to make any headway in divesting him of his clothes, and she briefly considers breaking their kiss in order to accomplish her goal, but can't bring herself to do it.

Luckily, he's just as desperate to feel her heated flesh against his, so he uses his powers, forgoing superspeed and resorting to brute force as he literally tears the clothes from her body and then from his, all the while maintaining as much contact as possible and kissing her as if her lips are the source of life itself.

Free from any barriers, she presses herself as tightly against him as possible, but it's still not enough. She's desperate to be closer, needs to feel him inside her.

As if sharing one mind, she feels herself being lifted, and then feels him at her entrance, the tip parting her sensitive folds, and then feels herself being stretched and filled as she's slowly lowered onto his throbbing hard length.

He's inside her, fully encased. They are one. And the desperate need, the overwhelming desire she felt burning within her cools to a low simmer but continues to burn.

Her faculties return to her, and her kisses turn from torrid to languorous as she savors their connection, revels in the feel of him, rejoices at the wonder of it all.

Slowly, she pulls back, her eyes alight with emotion as she meets his gaze. His eyes are glowing with affection and adoration, and it's all for her.

They pause and just stare, completely enraptured by each other and the moment.

He breaks the stalemate first, his hands caressing her back before sliding down to cup her bottom, gently squeezing. Her breath catches and a small moan escapes her lips, but she remains still, her eyes firmly locked with his. Next, his hands move to her sides, slowly skimming upward to her breasts, which he gently palms, his thumbs stroking her nipples, turning them into hardened peaks and sending jolts of electricity directly her core. She makes a mewling sound of pleasure and approval as her inner muscles contract involuntarily at the stimulation.

Her hands untangle from his hair and cup his cheeks, her thumbs making soft sweeping motions as she continues to look into his eyes.

This moment is perfection personified, and she wishes it could last forever.

However, she can't resist the desire she feels any longer and slowly leans in, her eyes drifting shut as her lips touch his, feather light at first but with gradually increasing pressure and intensity. He kisses back, their lips starting a rhythmic and ancient dance that soon finds her hips rising and falling in time with her heartbeat, which has slowed despite their earlier excitement.

Time falls away, dusk turns to night, and still they dance.